Reading that one of my sorority sisters from college is having a double mastectomy today helped me gain a much needed perspective on my current situation. As I sit here worrying about her, I've made a decision to stop my bitching about California and just make it work. I've changed my altitude and now I must change my attitude.
OK, time for a funny story. In the beginning that is what I proposed this blog would be, funny stories from my life. BUT, it has turned into something else entirely lately and ENOUGH is ENOUGH!
Tanner has a school project due on Friday. He has to build a model of Mission Santa Cruz (there were other choices but that boy loves to build). We are learning all kinds of California history in the process. He and Eric started building it over Xmas break using cardboard (something we have plenty of around here). Once the structure was complete, Tanner and I started working on the details. I am no stranger to crafts, people. I was a first grade teacher for 16 years and have dealt with glitter (god help me) and plenty of children who get carried away with a bottle of Elmer's in their hands. But I guess it's been awhile since I've battled the glue gun.
I think all glue guns should have that warning printed on them like the coffee cups from McDonald's. "This shit gets REALLY fricking hot. You WILL get burned." That's my idea for the warning. I know, not exactly the same as the coffee cup thing. Anywho, I was doing great until we had to put grass all over the base. Gluing the roof tiles was easy, they are solid squares of cardboard. I put a squeeze of glue and Tanner stuck it on. "Oooh, that feels hot through the cardboard," Tanner says. "You have that right," I respond.
Let's discuss this grass, by the way. I could have just had him color or paint the base green or covered it in green felt. But then I spotted this spanish moss at JoAnn's and thought how realistic it would look. (Dumbass) I realize right away this is gonna get messy. You have to pull the grass apart and it's not so easy. Plus it's falling all over the place and my dog is chewing on it as it hits the floor. There's a comedian who says that glitter is the herpes of craft products (b/c once who have it, it never really goes away). As I'm ripping the moss into sections, I can't get this out of my head. (Squirrel!)